I’m almost 27 weeks pregnant with my second little girl. After my daughter Caroline was born, I remember fiercely and staunchly declaring that I wanted to have kids a minimum of 2 years apart. On this there was no debate.
As you would expect since my blog is about motherhood being amusing, I came to discover that my due date for my second pregnancy was June 21st…a day also known as Caroline’s second birthday. This is the first time I can recall that God has ever taken me so literally. I think He knows my sense of humor, and did this just to give me a good story. Although I can’t find anything in scripture that verifies he does this sort of thing for the sake of laughs, I just can’t think of any other explanation.
This pregnancy is so different than my first time around. It makes me giggle when I think about how much time i spent blogging, posting pregnancy pictures, reading book after book on natural childbirth, decorating the nursery, researching baby gear, looking at post after post on baby center…(and I’d do it all again, so i’m not criticizing you first time mom’s at all!)
I guess I find it funny because this time around, I haven’t….
…taken or posted a pregnancy picture
…written a single blog
…posted an ultrasound picture on facebook
…contemplated at any length that I am going to actually have to give birth to this child
…bought a single item for her room
…had any awareness at any point what size fruit she would be compared to
SOOOOOOO maybe our girl already getting the shaft a little bit compared to her big sister, but I do, in fact, like her and am very excited to meet her. I swear!
Having a second baby is an odd thing. I find that I’m not concerned at all about 99% of what I thought about during the first pregnancy. Her room? eh. I’ll find some crap to put on the walls. The labor? I did it last time, i’ll try to brush up on that whole natural childbirth thing come late May. Anyone have an Ina May book I can borrow? What I’m gonna wear at the hospital? (yes i thought about that last time) who cares, bring on the hospital underwear and don’t forget a t-shirt and a pair of comfy pants. How in tarnation do I care for a little baby? just feed em & occasionally change their diaper. Then enjoy the fact that they just sit there most of the time looking totally adorbs.
The things I *do* contemplate now…
- Why, oh why, am I having another baby right when that first one is getting to be so darn fun, portable, and easy? I must be insane.
- How am I ever going to go to the grocery store again? Can we ever go to a restaurant that doesn’t have “Cici’s or “Fil-A” or “Food Court” in the title?
- How does it work that you could possibly love your second child as much as your first? I absolutely know I will…but it just baffles me to think about loving two kids the way that I currently love one. I am so curious how it will feel & happen.
- Where am I going to put all those ridiculously huge newborn baby items? WHY ARE THEY SO BIG?
- What will another baby girl of ours look/act like? How will she be similar/different from her sister? Will they grow up and like each other? Will they fight all the time? Will they be adorable little besties? Will they lose touch in college and see each other only on Christmas? (NO!!!!!!!!!!)
- I wish i could sleep on my back! I wish i could sleep on my back!
- WILL THE TWO OF THEM EVER SLEEP AT THE SAME TIME?
Despite all of these thoughts, in general I just revel in the fact that our family is gaining a new member, and how amazingly blessed we are. I know I will figure out how to be a mother of two just as billions of other ladies have over the course of history. I will figure out all the details, the schedules, how to get around, etc… just like i did the first time. I just need to take it as it comes, love on my girls, and not overthink and stress about the phase ahead. If I ever am having trouble with perspective, I just need to watch one episode of 19 kids and counting…and all my troubles will evaporate.
I also think often about how very excited I am that Caroline will get to have a little sister so close in age. My sister and I are 18 months apart, and although we fought our fair share (I literally would scratch her & bite her….and I was an evil big sister for many years), it was so much fun to always have a friend/playmate/slave with me. I am really thrilled that my girls will get to experience what I had, and I vow to do all that I can to prevent the biting & scratching part.
Since joining the Davies family is becoming a part of a very exclusive club, I’m also trying to think of some really good initiation ritual that we can put this baby through. I’m thinking it will involve making her dress up in public, just like the cheerleaders did at my high school when they added new members.
I am open to additional ideas as well.
P.S. Todays Raincloud– hubby didn’t get home till 8:45 tonight. Blah. Today’s Sunshine– I had a fantastic lunch with the high school girl that I mentor (love her!). I also gave Caroline chocolate pudding for the first time and enjoyed every moment of her reaction.
P.P.S. I realized this past week that I have been so bad about taking pictures for the last few months, and attempted to make up for some lost time this week. I actually took a few pics with my phone PLUS brought my camera to the zoo. Imagine that! This collection of photos is more than I took in January and February combined.
It’s late, which means it is time to go toss and turn all night and get up twice to pee.
I wish I could sleep on my back. I wish I could sleep on my back…